"Well, I'm back—and I had a midnight snack," Elora said, glancing at her mother's expression. She could tell right away-her mother had seen her and Tatum hugging.

After a brief silence, she decided to speak first.

"Mom."

"Elora."

They spoke at the same time, then fell silent again.

"You go first, Mom." Elora stepped closer. "You're clearly not sleepy yet. Come to my room- we can have a mother-daughter chat."

That way, they wouldn't disturb her father and brother.

Mrs. Ormond followed her daughter into the bedroom.

She rarely entered Elora's space. Ever since Elora started junior high, she had made it a point not to go into her daughter's room without permission.

As her children grew, they needed their own privacy, and she respected that.

noticing her mother's

Ormond studied her daughter for a moment before saying, "Elora, you just got back from a business trip. Why

to process

was exceptional-so exceptional that

last for a short period, thinking that Tatum was simply doing his job to stay

was to Elora,

her either. After all, Tatum wasn't just any chef-he was the sixth young master

always admired capable, successful individuals. It was only natural that her attitude toward

expected

future, often arranging introductions to outstanding young men in the city. But none of those

kind of man

asked, Elora would simply say she wasn't focused on relationships. Her priority was managing the company and training

circumstances, and the fact that Elora was still in her

Mrs. Ormond hadn't

however, particular

them a target. If Elora married the wrong man— someone ambitious

marriage, but she

the risk of outsiders gaining control was

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